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Praised in the epic tales,
we live in woods and clearings
growing our children,
fighting for our land
nothing can stop us from keeping the aims
we’re living for, fighting for
From our land
the scent of golden wheat and flowers
from every field
the chatters of our men
farming and hunting,
we are queens and kings in our lore,
and we'll be even more
Children of the Gods,
strong against all odds, we’re living
keepers of our land,
always we withstand
fierce and proud of our lives
In the Yule’s eve
Fires in the night,
eyes so deep and bright, we’re feasting
banquets full of food,
cheering up our mood
dances, jokes and laughter
And another year’s gone
Children are sitting
while the women sew their garments
their flowing hair unleashing in the wind
we all breathe the freedom for which
we could only live or die, live or die
Healers are collecting plants
and herbs in baskets
thanking the land for such a precious gift
during our days of peace
we learn the arts
and build our lives,
spirits high to the sky
We are warriors full of honour
strong our body, clear our mind
there’s no fear in our demeanour
our heart is like thunder
Freedom is the power guiding our deeds
we belong just to the earth and trees
sharing our hydromel, nectar of the Gods
we celebrate life
and spice our blood.

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